Written by Cheryl Bernstein of Gauteng, South Africa On a steamy hot Saturday afternoon on the way home to Johannesburg from Cape Town , my husband and I stopped for petrol in Lainsburg, a sleepy, dusty little farming community. The garage was bustling with people filling up with petrol and ordering food from the local take away. Forlornly begging for food in amongst the cars was the most emaciated, scraggly little dog I had ever seen. She was heavily pregnant, yet her ribs were protruding from her thin chest, and she had not one ounce of fat. She had a black rim of fat, bloody ticks clinging to her neck. She was shivering and shaking from nerves and stress. She had obviously had many litters of puppies, and her teats were almost dragging on the ground. She looked almost obscene — this mangy, skinny pregnant little dog. People were giving her little scraps of their hamburg...